Please Marry Me (GL) - Chapter 6

Early the next morning.

After calling her parents to let them know she was safe, Jiang Yi put on a light coat and drove to the apartment.

On the way, she couldn’t help but wonder if Shen Siyun would already be there waiting to settle the score. But then she reconsidered; that woman valued her work so much, how could she possibly delay business for someone like her?

After parking the car, she went upstairs and used her key to open the apartment. It was still early; the rooms were filled with a morning chill.

She hadn’t been here in over a week. She had told the housekeeper to stop coming seven days ago to ensure no word of her wedding reached Shen Siyun’s ears prematurely.

The realization that the place was empty left Jiang Yi with an indescribable feeling. Subconsciously, she tried to convince herself that this was how things should be. No matter how furious Shen Siyun was, she wouldn’t fly back overnight just for her.

In the end, she was simply insignificant to that woman.

Jiang Yi pushed down the rising bitterness, calmed herself, and began the task of packing her belongings. She wanted to completely excise Shen Siyun from her life.

Shen Siyun had bought her many dresses—a dazzling, dizzying collection. From among them, Jiang Yi sorted out the clothes she had bought for herself, as well as the items and various small trinkets she had bought for Shen Siyun.

When they first got together, she was no different from any other young girl in love. She was always gifting tokens of affection, which were never in the same league as the extravagant gifts Shen Siyun gave in return.

Shen Siyun never wore the accessories Jiang Yi gave her during work; at most, she would put them on for show when they were alone.

Back then, just that small gesture was enough to move Jiang Yi to tears. Looking back now, it seemed pathetic. Aside from the possibility that Shen Siyun looked down on her “cheap” gifts, she couldn’t think of another reason why she wouldn’t wear them.

Jiang Yi simply gathered everything she had ever given away. Since Shen Siyun kept them all in the apartment, it saved her the trouble of asking for them back.

Entering the bathroom, she saw everyday items that were almost all matching couple-sets. Jiang Yi took a deep breath.

She remembered how hard she had begged Shen Siyun to go grocery shopping with her. Within two minutes of entering the store, that woman was on the phone with a client. After that call, she was calling her secretary to delegate tasks. The entire time, Jiang Yi had quietly picked out the matching items by herself.

Even when she asked, “Shen Siyun, which one looks better?” the only response she ever got was, “Either is fine.”

Now, Jiang Yi just wanted to slap her past self. Of all the people to pine for, why did she have to choose a woman as dismissive as Shen Siyun?

Jiang Yi planned to call a junk collector to sell off all those couple-themed items. Just as she was leaning over to pick up her phone, the sound of the front door opening came from behind her.

Her hand froze.

The sharp click of high heels echoed suddenly, stopping just a meter behind her. She didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

Shen Siyun’s presence was too powerful; her cold aura coiled around Jiang Yi like a serpent. Deep in her mind, Jiang Yi involuntarily recalled Shen Siyun’s absolute, iron-fisted desire for control. She allowed no one to defy her, and certainly no one to escape her grasp.

“Jiang Yi, can you stop being so childish?” The woman let out a cold, mocking laugh, ridiculing her for being young and immature.

Jiang Yi’s hand trembled slightly. She lowered her eyes and continued to pick up her phone as if nothing were happening, dialing Song Rao’s number.

The call was answered quickly. Jiang Yi held the phone to her ear and said softly, “Hello, wife? Do you happen to have the number for a junk collector?”

The mockery on Shen Siyun’s lips slowly vanished, her gaze turning icy.

On the other end, hearing that “wife,” Song Rao silently stuffed her hand into the pocket of her lab coat. Through her safety goggles, she glanced at her students performing experiments in the lab. “I think my mom has one. I’ll send it to you in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Hanging up, Jiang Yi continued packing as if no one else were in the room. She added casually, “Yes, I am childish.”

Her wrist was suddenly seized. A sharp force yanked her away from the table, and Jiang Yi stumbled, falling into Shen Siyun’s arms.

Looking up, she saw Shen Siyun’s face right in front of her. Her thin lips were painted a striking, aggressive red, but they were pressed into a tight line. The woman radiated a frost-like coldness, devoid of any warmth.

“Jiang Yi, go get a divorce.”

Ding Lanqi had informed her that the person Jiang Yi married was her best friend—a distinguished professor from the Yingyu Academy of Sciences. The banquet had been massive, with both sets of parents present, relatives offering congratulations, and even professors and students from the Academy attending.

No one would dare pull a prank on such a scale. The marriage was real.

Jiang Yi felt the proximity was too much. She furrowed her brow. “I’m a married woman now, Shen Siyun. Can you… not stand so close to me?”

“Jiang Yi!” Shen Siyun hadn’t even processed the shock of the marriage yet, and seeing her deflect the subject made her blood boil. “What are you acting like a virtuous martyr for? Are the tricks we’ve played together not enough for you?”

The words hit like a physical blow. Jiang Yi’s face turned deathly pale. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she managed a defiant smile. “So what? I’m married now, and I’ll be a faithful wife. Does that have anything to do with you, President Shen?”

“Does President Shen enjoy forcing people this much? Intervening in someone else’s family? Have you ever considered anyone else’s feelings?”

It was the first time Shen Siyun had seen her talk back with such a sharp tongue. She closed her eyes tight, clearly fuming. “I don’t care what your ‘best friend’ thinks. You belong to me—are you really trying to cuckold me?!”

“Belong to you?” Jiang Yi murmured the words, then asked softly, “If I divorce her, will you marry me?”

“No.”

Shen Siyun had one consistent trait: she would never give an ambiguous answer to something she wouldn’t promise.

Jiang Yi had chewed over that answer hundreds of times, and had wept bitterly over it through countless nights. They say a relationship not aimed at marriage is just playing around. What use did she have for a love with no future?

“Then just give us your blessings.”

Jiang Yi pushed her away with eyes devoid of emotion. She pulled the contract and the allowance card from the drawer. “Shen Siyun, we’re finished. I’m no longer in a position to enjoy this agreement.”

With that, she picked up a cardboard box and strode toward the door.

“In your dreams,” Shen Siyun’s resolute, mocking voice followed her. Jiang Yi’s footsteps paused for a fraction of a second, but she didn’t look back as she walked out.